Hello, my lovelies… I've finally fought my way out of my manic-depressive mood, so sorry about all those sad stories… but… this here is hopefully going to be a multi-chappie extravaganza, so… hip hip hooray for that. Right?

element90- Had to respond to your review. First off, yes, TIP is the story I had problems with the ending... originally, I was thinking of writing some more after the last lyrics, but then I just decided to cut it there. You know, I just figured Josh Groban would be able to cut my story off better than I ever could. Patriotic music? How about some Green Day, then? "I pledge allegiance/ To the underworld..." Heh heh... Yeah, if Phil tried to go back... well- that's a completely different discussion... Uh... well... in TIP, the reason isn't ever entirely clear why they split up, but as I said, I did originally plan on TIP being the 2nd chapter to JWA, so... that would... yeah. Huh... well, I got up before the sun came up (5:30, just because I could)... I think I'm crazy. Yeah... I can't believe the Via actress is only thirteen! Ahh! She's younger than me... and here I am, writing these stories...

Yeah, so, I thank you all for the kind words and reviews!

Anyway… here's chappie 1. Enjoy as you see fit.

Pim sighed, resting her head against her locker. Perhaps it was the two papers she had to write in the past two days, or maybe it was staying up all night thinking and rethinking what she was about to do, but she was struggling to keep her eyelids open.

But it was all for the best, she rationalized. It could, in fact, help her live longer.

Soon, the moment of truth arrived in the form of Candida walking down the hall, followed by her Fashion Zombies. Pim stood up straight.

"What is that horrible stench?" Candida playfully asked her Fashion Zombies, who were giggling profusely.

"You're so funny... I swear, you could win a Golden Globe..."

"A Golden Globe?" Candida asked. "Please... I want an award that's actually worth winning." (A/N: This statement does not reflect the author's opinion, who does not consider the Golden Globe to be an award at all.)

Pim rolled her eyes, expecting the usual. Sure enough, it came. "Oh, hello, Pim-ple… didn't see you standing there."

"Look, Candida," Pim began, "I've been thinking lately--"

"That's a first."

Pim gave a disapproving look. "I've been thinking lately, and… I've realized something. And as painful as it is for me to say this… we both have something that the other person needs. You have all these… wonderful people willing to follow your command, but… well, your plans are just terrible. I have these awesome schemes, but… no way to make them work. So… I've been thinking… it would benefit us both if we stopped trying to get each other, and teamed up to take this place over.

One of Candida's followers began to speak, but Candida cut her off. "Quiet, Fedella, but… as weird as this is to say, I think the Pim-ple might be onto something here…"

Another girl, this one named Marcella, protested. "But, Candida, she--"

"No… I think that… this might actually work."

Pim sighed. She had convinced herself that her plan would never work, but… somehow, through some divine miracle, Candida had seen the light. "So… we've agreed on this, then?" Pim asked.

"Okay, Pim…" Candida said. "Let's just see what we can do to these pathetic proletariats…"

Alliteration, Pim thought. She's good… she's very good…

"They won't even know what hit them," Pim muttered, rubbing her hands together. Candida smiled, narrowing her eyes, while her followers, Fedella, Marcella, andBenita, just shook their heads, wondering what happened to their shining leader.